Chapter 1
"You're the only person who knows, Ellen ... and I swear, if you tell a soul I'll never speak to you again as long as I live!"
"But Lisa... Your parents will be so upset . . . And . . . And . . ." Ellen stammered...."And what about graduation?"
The two teen-aged girls walked up Miller Avenue from Tarn High in animated conversation-Lisa, tall and blonde and unspeakably beautiful; and Ellen, always seeming a step or two behind her friend, a little shorter, a little heavier, her brown hair pulled back into a plain elastic band at the nape of her neck.
"My parents have nothing to say about it," said Lisa, and sighed deeply. There were things you couldn't even tell your best friend. "You just don't understand Ellen ..."
"But," said her friend in disbelief, "Hollywood! Gosh, I mean, it's so big and fast and everyone's supposed to be so phony. You'll miss Mill Valley. You really will."
"Oh Ellen," Lisa turned to her, "I hate it here. Hate it!... And besides," she looked at her friend and spoke in the confidential tones of a confession "I want to be an actress."
Ellen stared at Lisa for suddenly she understood her best friend was starting out on a road down which she could never follow her. But certainly, if anyone was beautiful enough to be a movie star it was Lisa. God! Everyone knew the boys at school would get hard-ons just looking at her and have to walk around with their books covering their crotch. And it wasn't just beauty. Mill Valley was full of pretty blonde girls. But Lisa had this ... this quality. There was just something about her ... a kind of animal magnetism ... that drew men helplessly to her. And Lisa had always seemed totally unaware of her power.
In fact-and this was really strange-Lisa never dated, would barely even talk to the boys at school. Maybe she just hated the way they always stared at her body.
But what a body! Ellen thought, eyeing her best friend with blatant envy. Her breasts, braless beneath her soft yellow sweater, were so high and full. And those hard little nipples even drove their math teacher, Mr. Fisher, nuts so that his voice would crack every time he asked her a question in class.
And in the summer, at Muir Beach, boys and even men would walk by Lisa in her bikini and trip over their own feet. And she would just smile, apologetically, as if she had done something wrong.
Yet in all the time they'd been friends, as far as Ellen knew, she'd never gone out with any boy at Tarn High. It was a little strange, Ellen thought, but then Lisa was a very unusual person.
"You'll make a great actress, Lisa. Wow! I bet you'll be a star!... But gee, I'm gonna' miss you so much."
Lisa looked at her friend sternly. "I have to go Ellen. I-I can't explain why it has to be now. If you knew, you'd understand." How could she ever explain to Ellen why she couldn't stay one more day in Mill Valley. How could she ever tell anyone about her stepfather and the awful things that went on in her house?
"When are you leaving?"
'Tonight."
Ellen felt warm tears gushing up in her eyes. God! She would miss her friend an awful lot. As they reached the corner Ellen suddenly stopped and impulsively gave her friend a quick, emotional, somewhat embarrassed hug. "Oh, good luck, Lisa. Good luck. And please write me. Oh, gee, I'll miss you so much."
"I-I'll miss you too Ellen. Oh, gosh. I really, truly will. You're the best friend I've ever had."
That night Ellen waited until her mother and stepfather had been asleep for an hour. Then, quietly, she got up out of bed and took down her suitcase from the closet shelf.
Yes, she thought to herself. It's the only thing to do. Last night had been the last straw. She couldn't live here like this. She wouldn't.
After Lisa's father had died, her mother had married a man named Bill Robinson. Lisa had been thirteen at the time. And from the beginning there had been trouble, but Lisa had never dared tell her mother. It would have hurt her so much.
The first time was a week after the wedding. Bill had grabbed her by her arm in the hallway and pulled her into a corner. He had been drunk. "Oh, honey ... honey ... you drive me nuts. You know that? You're making me crazy with that body of yours."
Lisa tried to pull away. She was so frightened and his grip was like a vise.
"Oh please .. ." Bill was groaning, "just let me touch you ... oh please ... please ... honey ..."
It was useless for the slender teen-ager to struggle against his grip. And he had taken his big rough hands and rubbed them on her breasts through her sweater, rubbed them and squeezed them. And she had hated it. She had felt strange things happen side of her, strange flushes of heat and electricity and she didn't want to feel those things.
Then he had bent down and pressed his mouth to hers, shooting his tongue out and working her teeth open. She had wanted to gag as she felt his tongue hot and wet inside her mouth. But she didn't dare cry out.
Then they had heard the door open, Lisa's mother returning from the market, and he had released her, with a look that said he'd kill her if she said a word.
It had happened many times in the last two years. She tried to avoid him as much as possible and never, never let herself be alone in the house with him. On Wednesday nights when her mother played Bingo at the church she always studied at Ellen's house and on Saturday afternoons when her mother did the marketing, Ellen left the house early and didn't come home until dinner time.
But despite all these precautions she occasionally had the misfortune to find herself alone in the house with Bill.
Last night had been the last time.
But now she could remember the first time. The memory seared her consciousness like a brand. It was a Wednesday night, her mother's Bingo night, and Lisa had been sick with the flu.
"Oh, dear," her mother had said. "Maybe I'd better stay home and look after you, Lisa."
Her stepfather had jumped in. "Now, now, Martha... don't you worry about our little girl, you hear? I'll take good care of her."
Lisa could feel her heart pounding under her thin seersucker pajamas. Oh God, no! Mother no! Don't leave me alone with him, please. But she didn't dare say anything. It would hurt her mother more than she could bear.
When Bill Robinson walked her mother to the door downstairs, Lisa got out of bed and closed her bedroom door. Then, as she had seen people do in the movies, she propped her desk chair against the doorknob hoping it would keep him out.
Then she went back to bed and pulled the covers over her head. She closed her eyes and prayed that he would leave her alone.
That first time she had been fourteen years old, and well-developed for such a young girl. Her breasts had grown firm and hard like ripe young lemons and the soft blonde down barely covered her pubic mound. But her face-all men who saw it were instantly arrested by it-for it was womanly beyond her years. The mouth was so full and promising of sensual delights. And her large blue eyes seemed grave and wise. Her cheekbones were high and her nose small and straight. The total effect, even at that tender age, was of a beauty almost painful in its depth.
Suddenly, she had heard her stepfather's footsteps in the hallway ... heard them stop in front of her door. She lay trembling beneath her blankets, praying he would not get into her room. Then she heard the knob turn. She looked out from the covers at the small wooden chair. Bill must weigh at least 200 pounds, she thought, and that little chair looks so helplessly weak. She watched with wide-eyed terror as the chair began to shake while her stepfather banged on the door.
He was laughing!
Roaring with laughter!
He was drunk.
"Oh ho ... you little tease," he was hollering. "Think you can keep your dirty step-papa away from you, do you?!" His laughter thundered through the door.
"Go away. Please go away and leave me alone," she begged. Tears were forming deep in her throat and she didn't want to let them out. She didn't want him to see her cry. "Please ... you'll ... you'll catch my flu," she said pathetically and Bill Robinson just roared with laughter.
Then suddenly she let out a shriek of terror as she saw the little chair go flying across the room and the door flung wide open.
Bill was standing there with a can of beer in his hand and a look on his face that she would never forget-like those pictures of cruel and lustful demons in hell that she had seen at Sunday school.
"Stay away from me, Bill Robinson ... you stay away," she screamed and helplessly threw her pillow at him.
"Haw, haw haw ... little baby's playing angry is she?" He grinned and calmly his massive body moved toward her on the bed.
Oh God! she thought. This is a nightmare. This can't really be happening!
"W-what do you want?" she tried to scream, but her voice only came out a whisper. She was frozen with terror at the sight of the enormous form of her stepfather advancing toward her.
"You're so pretty, so pretty," he was muttering as he reached a large beefy hand out toward her flowered seersucker pajama tops. Then he had tugged at the neck and in one powerful movement had ripped the fragile garment from her trembling body.
The beautiful young teen-ager made a hopeless effort to cover her small firm breasts with her hands, but she was like a butterfly fighting a beast for he had pushed her flat down on the bed and was tearing the thin pajama bottoms from her body.
"God! You're such a pretty thing," he was muttering drunkenly, almost to himself.
"Oh God, please ... leave me alone," she whimpered.
And then his mouth had been crushed against hers as his tongue smacked wetly at her tightly clenched lips until he forced her soft mouth open. At the same time his hands moved roughly over her wildly thrashing little naked body. He groaned like a wounded animal as he felt her smooth hard breasts and little erect nipples on his palms. Then his hands moved down her flat, quivering belly to the thin blonde down which barely covered her virginal pussy.
She looked at him with terror and venom in her eyes. "This is rape .. .it's rape!" she spat at him fiercely as his large demanding hands were now working their way between her tightly clenched thighs. Suddenly, she felt his finger pressing against her tight virginal cuntal opening.
"Please, please ... it hurts! Owwwww! You're hurting me!" she cried.
His attention had wandered then back to the lust maddening sight of her naked breasts. He clamped his mouth over his stepdaughter's pink little nipple, sucking it deeply into his warm wet mouth, biting lightly at it with his teeth.
"Go away. Oh, please, leave me alone. LEAVE ME ALONE!"
Bill Robinson half-laughed, half-grunted at her protests as his hands flew wildly over her trembling nakedness. His harsh kisses were bruising her soft young lips as his tongue once again forced its way into the moist warmth of her mouth.
The young teen-age victim began to pound her tiny fists against his huge barrel chest, but he only laughed at her pathetic effort to free herself.
"Owww ...!" she cried out as once again his big fingers were rubbing and tweaking her breasts unmercifully, making her wince with pain.
"Oh God, please ... Bill... stop. You're hurting me!" she shrieked as his out- stretched middle finger once again tried to worm its way into her tightly resisting cuntal passage.
Bill Robinson was maddened with lust beyond control and, inside his pants, his throbbing cock was pressing hotly into the beautiful blonde teen-ager's naked, smooth thighs. Lisa was frightened to look down now, terrified by what she might see. One time in the hallway he had forced her to look at his blood-engorged penis and she nearly had fainted at the sight of it.
Now she shut her eyes tightly as she felt his hot mouth once again return to her tender young breasts, sucking ever more violently on her now sore flesh, his head bobbing steadily from one to the other.
She had whimpered in terror, and then suddenly she gasped as his thumb began to rub the sensitive nerve endings of her small young clitoris. Suddenly Lisa gasped: "Oooooohhhh, nooooooo...."
His constant biting and sucking at her sensitive young tits was making her cringe with pain, yet somehow the pressure of his huge finger pressing against her virginal pussy was sending strange sensations of pleasure throughout her body!
The young teen-ager was painfully confused by her strange reaction to her stepfather's brutal rape and then-as his huge finger made a sudden plunge straight through her tight maidenhead into the tight clasping depths of her cunt-Lisa let out a blood-curdling cry of pain!
"Oh God! Aiiieeeeee! You're hurting me!" Tears were streaming down her soft cheeks and her body was writhing in agony, struggling to get away from the viselike grip of his left hand holding her down to the bed while his right middle finger was fucking excitedly now in and out her painfully writhing cunt.
"Stop! Dear God! Please. Stop. Stoooo-pppppp!"
But Bill Robinson was like an animal out of control. His wetly slobbering mouth made a trail down to the flat plane of her belly. Then, suddenly, he had stopped at the soft down of her pubic triangle. He forced her slender young legs wide apart, as he stared in wonder at the wildly arousing sight of her wetly glistening young cunt with his outstretched middle finger sawing in and out of the tight pink flesh. As his eyes devoured the mouth-watering sight of her defenseless young cunt, he removed his finger, and, holding her legs widely splayed open, he bent closer and kissed the silken flesh of her belly. Then, slowly moving downward, he ran his tongue around and around her soft mound of downy blonde pubic hair.
The young blonde teen-ager struggled with every bit of strength in her slender young body against his assault, but she was helpless against his brute strength. Then she felt him raise up her legs, forcing them back to her shoulders.
"Bill! Oh, God! Bill-what are you dooo-iiiinngggg?!"
But her stepfather merely grunted his animal laugh and she heard the wicked hissing sound of his zipper opening. Dear Lord, no, please, don't let him rape me! Her mind was reeling with torment now as his hugely throbbing cock stood only inches from her warm wet virginal passage. Then unable to resist any longer, Robinson had pressed forward with his hips, pushing his thick, blood-engorged member against her tightly virginal cuntal opening.
Christ! she is tight! he thought.
Then suddenly he could feel the tight elastic mouth of her cunt give way and the hot rubbery tip of his penis popped inside of her wide-stretched pussy lips, tearing through the tight membrane of her maidenhood.
"Aiiiieeeeeee!" Lisa screamed in agony- both physical and mental-as her virginity was painfully surrendered to this unfeeling rape by her drunken stepfather.
He was fucking his huge thick penis in and out of her tightly writhing young pussy now, ramming her viciously, and though she continued to cry and beg for mercy it was useless. Bill Robinson was deaf to her protest, numb to her pain. All he knew was that he had to cum, and he fucked his enormous rampaging cock mercilessly in and out of her nakedly upturned cunt, his balls slapping painfully against her ass-cheeks.
The helplessly writhing teenager knew now that nothing she could do would stop him. His skewering thickness was ravaging her innocent young pussy, the lust- hardened shaft growing more monstrously huge with each powerful thrust.
Her stepfather could feel her warmly clasping cunt muscles tightening over the entire length of his massively blood engorged member as she clenched her muscles in a vain effort to rid her body of his unwanted hardness. But this had only en-cited him to fuck even more mindlessly. He could feel her fingernails digging into his shoulders, but nothing would stop him now. He felt like he was about to explode!
He fucked like a wild beast and felt himself suddenly cumming without warning, filling his stepdaughter's ravished cunt with hot creamy sperm that was pumping unceasingly from his rock hard cock as he moaned out his pleasure like an animal.
"I'm cummmmminggggg! Oh God, baby, I'm cumming."
Then he collapsed over the wretchedly weeping young girl as the last of his hot thick cum flowed obscenely out of her cock filled pussy and down between her trembling ass-cheeks, dripping on the clean flowered sheets of her bed.
In a moment he stood up and looked at her like a big sad bear.
Then he leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. "You love your stepdaddy, don't you baby. Don't you."
Lisa turned her head away and wept silently to herself. At that moment her pain grew even more keen, because she had felt suddenly sorry for her mother and the pathetic animal she had married.
The next two years of living at home were sheer agony for Lisa. She dared not tell her mother anything and though she arranged her life so that she would never be alone with Bill Robinson, there were in two years, several times when they had wound up alone in the house together, and each time he had raped her as brutally as he had that first night. And each time, when it was over, he had been sad-eyed and guilty and tender with her, which had just made it all that much worse.
But last night had been the very last time. She was old enough now to leave. She had to leave. It would hurt her mother for awhile, she knew, but not as much as the truth would have.
Her adolescence had been hell because of Bill Robinson, but she was ready now to be free.